I am walking along a narrow path. A steep precipice on one side, it is a deep bottomless in depth a depth bottomlessly deep Across on the other side are meadows, mountains, houses, people. I am walking and staggering along the precipice. I am in the act of danger of falling down, but I throw myself toward the meadow, the houses, mountains, people. I whirl about in the vibrant life— but I must return to the path along the precipice. That is my way, which I must walk. I am careful lest I fall. Once again in toward life and people. But I must return to the path along the precipice. Because it is my path, until I plunge into the deep.
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Edvard Munch
I am walking along a narrow path.
A steep precipice on one side, it is
a deep bottomless in depth
a depth bottomlessly deep Across on the
other side are meadows,
mountains, houses, people. I
am walking and staggering along the precipice.
I am in the act of danger of falling down, but
I throw myself toward the meadow,
the houses, mountains, people. I
whirl about in the vibrant life—
but I must return to the path along the
precipice. That is my way, which I
must walk. I am careful lest I
fall. Once again in toward life and people.
But I must return to the path along
the precipice. Because it is my path,
until I plunge into the deep.
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